Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(78)

"You're three white guys and I'm-"

"Beautiful to the men who think the world of you?" he countered sharply. "That better be what you meant to say."

"C'mon, Kell. I don't have a problem with it. I know that attraction is attraction and most people these days feel the same way, but not everyone. Some of your clients might have a problem with it."

"You haven't seen the way some of our clients look at you then," he said with a shake of his head because half the time he wanted to chuck them right out of the office. "All they tend to see is that we have a luscious assistant. You're our lovely Belle. Period."

"If anyone has problems with it, they're small-minded assholes and we don't want them as clients," Eric growled. "We want you just as you are. I wouldn't care if you were purple."

"I would!" Tate looked at them like they'd gone mad. "If Belle was purple, that could indicate some life-threatening respiratory issue."

They all laughed. 

"Figure of speech, buddy." Eric clapped him on the back.

"Oh. Then, what they said. I think you're beautiful and I wouldn't want you any other way."

Her eyes slid away from them. "Are you sure?"

Kell tugged, pulling her into his lap and settling her head on his shoulder. "Why don't you know how gorgeous you are to me?" He tilted her head up. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. God, Belle, you make me wish I was a better man. If you get anything out of this, know that you are everything I could ever want. I'm so sorry I made you feel bad that night in Dallas. It was about me, love, not you."

Belle teared up. "That's very kind."

No, it was the truth. But words wouldn't show her how he felt. He brought his mouth down on hers, reveling in the soft feel of her body against his. He licked at that sexy bottom lip and growled, letting her know he wanted inside. Her mouth flowered open, giving him access. Kell moved in and dominated the kiss, sinking deep and drowning in her flavor, his tongue dancing against the silk of hers.

She softened against him the minute he took control. Belle was so naturally giving, so perfect. She breathed into him, her nipples hardening against his chest. His cock, already rigid, turned to stone.

Over and over, he kissed her, caressing her back, saying without words how precious she was. She melted into him a little more. This was what she needed, to know how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. Now that she was in his arms again, he realized that her sexual experience-or lack thereof-didn't matter. She could have fucked a thousand men-or none at all-and she would still be Belle. That innocent light would still be a beacon to assholes like him because she was a good, lovely soul. No amount of sex would ever change that.

He brushed her lips again, then looked deep into her eyes. The connection between them tugged at something in his chest. "Belle, can you forgive me for the hurt I caused you?"

She blinked at him and sent him a small, forgiving smile. "It's all right, Kellan. I understand. Will you stay with us as long as you can?"

God, he'd basically admitted he was going to use her body without giving her his heart, and she still wanted to touch him, comfort him, share herself with him. He was so fucking selfish, but he couldn't walk away yet. Later, he would find the strength to do it, but not tonight. Right now, he needed to show her just how amazing she was.

"I want to feel your mouth on me, Belle. I want you to take those sexy lips and wrap them around my cock. Lick me all over. Taste every inch of me. There's no wrong way for you to do it. I'll love everything you do to me. Are you ready?"

"I am."

"Good," he murmured. "There's one thing I need you to do."

"What's that?"

"Let go of your inhibitions. They don't have a place here. With us, you can explore safely because you have three men who want you so badly. Together, we'll help you find what works for you and what doesn't. So put your mouth on me. We'll go from there."

When Belle nodded, he saw a contentment in her eyes he'd never seen. She wanted to please and serve, and now he was giving her an outlet for her submissive nature.

As she slipped off his lap and to the floor, naturally bowing her head, Kell sighed. Shit. She really was just perfect.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Tate and Eric, preparing the bed and ensuring they didn't have to stop later for condoms. Eric had ditched his clothes as well. Kell would have smiled at his friends' eagerness if he wasn't so desperate to feel Belle's hand on his fly and her mouth around his cock.